Puma on Alert

“Don’t believe all you hear, spend all you have, or sleep all you want.”

#693 in The Complete – Life’s Little Instruction Book
— H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Puma on Alert

5″ x 7″ Watercolor

I had a great time studying the form of this critter.    When I got this far, I couldn’t bring myself to put a background in, as nothing seemed quite right.  So I will call it a study and forget the rest, for now.

Yesterday afternoon, I had the opportunity to teach a one hour class as a volunteer artist for the Eufaula Area Art’s Council.  I had 5 students (ages 5-12) and we did vinyl collage, using materials from my sign company.  I gave them each a couple little pieces of coroplast (corrugated plastic) and plenty of vinyl in different colors.   They made some wonderful collages!  I took a picture with my phone, but I have not figured out how to get the pictures from my phone to my computer.  (I am NOT a big cell phone girl)  🙂

Here are mine, which I scanned in when I returned to the sign shop.  We put sticks on the back and made them into fans.

H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Jackson Brown was born and still lives in Middle Tennessee. His numerous books are in 35 languages and read throughout the world claiming 158 weeks on the New York Times Bestseller list. It is sometimes noted that he graduated from a prestigious university and is the recipient of one of their most distinguished awards but, who knows? If you were to phone the administration office, they would probably deny that he ever attended. It seems hard feelings still linger regarding Mr. Brown’s insistence that the campus clock tower he pledged to help fund be in the shape of a 300-foot ukulele.

Currently, Mr. Brown writes in a remote log cabin high on Hatchet’s Ridge in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains. There he retreats to observe, ponder, resharpen No. 2 pencils and train his parrot to squawk, “One more step and I’ll shoot.” Should you want to visit, get an early start. Take the gravel road east out of Crowell Corners to the end. There it becomes a dirt road switch-backing up the ridges. A hand-lettered sign nailed to a hickory tree teasingly identifies these last fifteen miles as Broken Axle Trail. The cabin is not the first or second on this dusty corkscrew but the third. You’ll think you’re almost there, but you’re not. And count the creeks. You’ll cross two. The first on a tricky two-plank bridge. The second, unfortunately, offers no bridge at all. Now look for the weathered tin roof and the trellised front gate crowned with honeysuckle.  Pay no attention to the dogs Dan, Hoover and Hot Ticket asleep on the front porch couch; Hoover hasn’t bitten anyone in years. But be careful where you step. The copperheads, rattlesnakes, and wild hogs love this bit of heaven as much as Mr. Brown does.

P . S .   As Mr. Brown instructs in one of his books, “Don’t believe everything you read.”

What a bio!  🙂


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. lindahalcombfineart
    Jun 26, 2010 @ 07:20:55

    Fun, fun, fun! Are you sure this isn’t the pink panter in disquise? I’m sorry I should be more serious but the color just makes me happy.


  2. lesliepaints
    Jun 25, 2010 @ 08:26:17

    I don’t think you even need to call it a sketch. I like it fine. I have had the same problem with backgrounds. If I don’t get something for color down in it right along as I am developing the foregraound, I generally feel like, “Now what do I do?”. There are some paintings that just say, “I want to stay like this.” 🙂
    Wonderful fans!
    Secret: I don’t even have a cell phone.


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